I still
remember the day you died.Because that
was the day I lost the ability to love again.Something ripped my heart out causing me pain whenever I think of you.I learned one could bleed from the outside
in.My arms are full of new roads I
created with knifes and broken bottle edges.Never deep enough though, those roads still haven't brought me to
you.Everybody tells me to move on, be
happy.How can I when I know what I
did?How can I forgive myself for
that!?It's been five years and four
months since that day; it'll always feel like yesterday.
As I stand here with flowers in my
hand, pain where my heart used to be and tears escaping from my eyes I can't
help but to ask why?Not for you to
answer because it wasn't your fault.For God why would He create such sadness in the world and hurt the one's
He calls his precious children? I
suppose I'll never get my answer, it doesn't matter I'm sure I won't like the
response anyways.I must be leaving
now.I'm sorry my visits are further
and further in between I just can't take the memories at least not
anymore.
Before I go I have good news, now
that's a term I haven't used in a long time.They finally have a lead on the case.At last someone will pay for this.I want to be the one who pulls the switch when he's sentenced to
die.It's starting to rain, you always
enjoyed the rain.Is there rain in
heaven?Well I'll see you soon.
